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1135. Reaching Southern Italy (Ita 112)
... Italians) is run by the Mafia. As I climb up a narrow street to the ridge, to where there are just a scattering of farmhouses, I search for clues as to what really makes this part of Italy different. Folks all give me a friendly greeting… no one seems suspicious of this outsider wandering through their village.
Back ...
1134. A Plaza and a Castle (Ita 111)
... Old Town with long, straight alleys that often go under arched passageways with rooms above them.
I pause at a Pakistani run shwarma shop for a sandwich, and chat for a bit with the fellow, who seems to be quite happy with his life here in Fondi. Afterwards I do a loop around the town, on to the more spacious and modern city hall… and back to the train station ...
1133. Magical Hilltop Village (Italy 110)
... doesn’t seem so romantic any more—at least not on this side of the hill. It’s striking to realize how just a couple meters of space can make a huge difference in the physical and even mental well being of people… and to think that those living on the sunless side of the village have been stuck here for generation after generation—and yet the homes here are still inhabited, people still hanging out their clothes to dry, even with no ...
Day 52 - Rome - Baia Domizia (via Montecasino)
... to 3.30pm. We headed back down the winding road to Casino where we bought food at a supermarket and had a picnic lunch in a local park.
When we were in town we noticed signs to the Montecasino battle museum and considering war is what we are here for we decided to check it out. As with a lot of things in Italy it was expensive but we decided to go in anyway. It was really disappointing. We had an English-speaking guide who, apart from ...
Just a little off the top please!
... keep the appointment or cancel it. Simple enough.
But I couldn’t get the girl in white to tell me when the appointment was going to be. She didn’t seem to understand this part of my charade. She came around from the front desk reception area and inspected my hair…holding it in her hands as if it were dirty straw (not too far of the mark actually – in fairness to her) and crinkled her nose up in disgust. Cha Ching…was all ...